The Deep
Dark Scary Forest was neither deep nor scary at its periphery. It was, however,
dark, which was appropriate. I settled into the clearing, enjoying the silence.
In the Realms silence was automatically perceived as scary, but that was simply
because the villages, castles, and various golden forests were alive with song
from both people and animals.
“Well,
mortal, I have you,” came a shrill voice, half-cackle.
I opened my
eyes to see the witch, looking more like Disney’s Maleficent than Dorothy’s
Wicked Witch.
“You know
that’s not the deal between us.” I unslung the wicker pack from my shoulder and
proceeded to opening it. I spread the blanket and pulled out the food,
including a large bottle of pixie nectar.
The
Witch—she still wouldn’t tell me her name—waited patiently then kissed me
soundly on the mouth. It was not a chaste kiss.
“One of
these days I shall succeed in corrupting you, Samuel.” Her voice became husky.
“Lady, I
planned out three bachelor parties in Atlantic City, the last of which nearly
resulted in criminal charges.” I ran a hand along her thigh. “I’m already corrupt.”